South
The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.
What You'll Find Here
Ascension Center of Equitation
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
The Outskirts
The University of Sacrosanct
you got me skipping double dutch and making daisy chains
Posted on March 29, 2019 by Maeve Liliwen
She is sitting there watching him with those wide doe eyes of violet, taking in everything that he says with a soft smile on her pale face. The creamy haired child had only met one other of her kind: her mother. Yes, she is sure now, she likes his smile, that is for certain. "I used to be scared of the dark," she admits, flickering those multifaceted eyes downwards for just a moment, before Maeve returns that gaze bravely back to Andras. "But, then I learned about the stars and how, if it was light out all the time, we wouldn't be able to see them," she says, the child with hair like pale morning light, once more sounding wise beyond her years. "So I am not afraid of the dark anymore," Maeve says proudly. Maybe, if this creamy haired girl could get over her fear of the dark, maybe humans could find a way to conquer their fear of supernaturals. It is a touching thought, if not entirely unrealistic. "Can you teach them not to be afraid of us?" The pale girl asks then suddenly, curious. Oh, if only things were as simple as they are in the eyes of a child.
"I like being a faerie," she says then, those strange, depthless violet eyes looking into his own, her voice silken and sweet and innocent. She offers him a soft smile. "I wish I had wings," she says, that gentle smile remaining on her face, but eyes glazing over for just a moment in adoration for the sparkling appendages she remembers seeing upon her mother. "My friend in school said that my ears reminded her of Tinker Bell," she says, those hands reaching up to her own ears to curve the delicate point of them. Maeve had been born a fae just as Andras had been, she knows no other way to be, she knows no other being.
A land entirely of faes excites the small girl. Maeve has grown up around humans, was raised by humans, and mostly, only knows humans. Her species is an entirely foreign concept to her. What she knows is things she has seen in movies, things she has read in books, but she knows this is not the truth. After all, most media shows fairies as creatures that are small and giggly, and Andras was neither small nor giggly. "I am really good at keeping secrets," she assures the man, mimicking his gesture and bringing her own tiny finger to her lips.
She feels his own arm wrap around her and she feels safe with him. "Okay," she responds excitedly as she pulls away. She watches then as he places the money onto the table for the server. "We shall," she agrees, bobbing her head in response. Maeve follows Andras then as they exit the restaurant. The question of who else she knows within the city prompts an obvious excitement for the little. "Yeah, I do!" She says. She then proceeds to tell him exactly who she knew. "There is Roman, he's really nice," she says. "Nadya, she is going to be my dance teacher," she nods, having already figured that out. There was no way that Maeve would be any where without dancing. "And then there is Tobi and Tetra," she says. Oh how she adored those cats. The affection she held for them clear in her voice. "They rescued me from some mean hunter guys," she says, and perhaps she should be more frightened, she really ought to be, but Maeve has difficulty living in the horrors of the past, she is ever moving forward. It is then she suddenly looks to Andras, tilting that little head in a question. "Will you teach me about being fae?" Her hunger for knowledge was clearly insatiable and the mystery of her own species was begging to be solved and with Andras, well, Maeve thinks that perhaps this would be possible.
"I like being a faerie," she says then, those strange, depthless violet eyes looking into his own, her voice silken and sweet and innocent. She offers him a soft smile. "I wish I had wings," she says, that gentle smile remaining on her face, but eyes glazing over for just a moment in adoration for the sparkling appendages she remembers seeing upon her mother. "My friend in school said that my ears reminded her of Tinker Bell," she says, those hands reaching up to her own ears to curve the delicate point of them. Maeve had been born a fae just as Andras had been, she knows no other way to be, she knows no other being.
A land entirely of faes excites the small girl. Maeve has grown up around humans, was raised by humans, and mostly, only knows humans. Her species is an entirely foreign concept to her. What she knows is things she has seen in movies, things she has read in books, but she knows this is not the truth. After all, most media shows fairies as creatures that are small and giggly, and Andras was neither small nor giggly. "I am really good at keeping secrets," she assures the man, mimicking his gesture and bringing her own tiny finger to her lips.
She feels his own arm wrap around her and she feels safe with him. "Okay," she responds excitedly as she pulls away. She watches then as he places the money onto the table for the server. "We shall," she agrees, bobbing her head in response. Maeve follows Andras then as they exit the restaurant. The question of who else she knows within the city prompts an obvious excitement for the little. "Yeah, I do!" She says. She then proceeds to tell him exactly who she knew. "There is Roman, he's really nice," she says. "Nadya, she is going to be my dance teacher," she nods, having already figured that out. There was no way that Maeve would be any where without dancing. "And then there is Tobi and Tetra," she says. Oh how she adored those cats. The affection she held for them clear in her voice. "They rescued me from some mean hunter guys," she says, and perhaps she should be more frightened, she really ought to be, but Maeve has difficulty living in the horrors of the past, she is ever moving forward. It is then she suddenly looks to Andras, tilting that little head in a question. "Will you teach me about being fae?" Her hunger for knowledge was clearly insatiable and the mystery of her own species was begging to be solved and with Andras, well, Maeve thinks that perhaps this would be possible.
Maeve Liliwen
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